Sugarless ideas sleeping furiously
Wake my every week badly obviously;
No sugar, no sweetness comes to me kindly,
I am just rolling my days down tastelessly, blindly.
If there is purpose to life
Then it is death,
As all men die,
And some men mourn.
Though, to me, there is no set purpose to life.
i judge wisely
guiding those who step blindly
just like Socrates
to the courtroom...
the jury voted to execute the scholar
the masses couldnt stop it
the man spoke with wisdom
and made the teachers look foolish
made the students feel clueless
refused to give in
when the verdict was handed
and died as a martyr
in the city of Athens
was passed verbatim
committed to memory
where visions of molecules
from the cuticles to the temples
perpetuates inner space
to leave a trace of verbal pixels
of intellect and scriptures
delivered, colored, and structured
forming a vivid picture
relinquish to replenish
the thoughts of the gifted
unique with the sequence
to keep it
on the "straight & narrow"
to the finish
I envy her, the ashen girl
submerged within her flames -
with burning lobes and burning robes
but smiling all the same.
i hope she'll soon be me
How you move so fluidly
I’ll never know how
All I have are my eyes
Trying desperately to take as much of you in as I can
I want to be what inspires you
What you dance to in the morning while the coffee is brewing
And our bed is still warm
I’ll share with you every word I have
Nearly every one will be about you
Even if we should come to an end
I know I could never stop what pours from this bleeding heart
If you keep rhythm in your feet
I’ll keep lyrics in my lungs
So we may constantly be what the other needs
To keep going
You be my poet,
And I your poem.
Let the lyrics of our love swim
in your head,
Drift them to the sea of your soul,
And then,pen your feelings for me,
On a perfumed page.
Script each stanza in melodic verses,
Till I am submerged in your thoughts and emotions,
I your true love.
Stretching out further than this stanza
A calm chilled place
But less than a fraction of the human race
Waves for surfing
Volley ball skills constantly rehearsing
But none of those things
Will comfort those cold dripping screams.
Just normal people minding their own business
Till a wave came along more exciting than Christmas
And another and another pile on top
Till the waves had to fall and drop.
Then another came along and the next thing we know
No excitement no surfing no volley ball
No calm no chill
Water dripped from the young and the old
Young and the old dripped from the water
The volley ball rolls from the beach to the sea
The sea rolls from the volley ball to the beach
The houses never stood so tall and strong
So tall and strong the houses never stood
In class we were watching a documentary about a tsunami in Koh Lanta which we then told to write a poem on. I spent the rest of that lesson, which was a bout 30 minutes, and some of the next. I just saw this poem and was so proud I decided to post it for people to see.
Try utilizing meter and form
Stanzas that can be adored
Not necessarily rhyming
Though at least include some pacing
Prose riding rhythm
Consider a little alliteration
Free verse certainly has merit
But too often excuses ****.
Give us not what is convenient,
But that which is brilliant.
One unwilling to partake in your portentous ****
Yes, I think there is a lot of great contemporary poetry and poets, as much as any other genre, but I just feel free prose is abused not for its brilliance, but for the apparent convenience people seem to think it affords them.